At night, white roses emitted a faint fragrance.
As soon as Helian Weiwei turned on the television, she saw that the murder case had been solved and the heir of a certain group had turned herself in.
She held the remote control in her hand and sat cross-legged. One end of the remote control was pressed against her chin as she looked at the back of a certain highness in the open kitchen.
Baili Jiajue was not good at cooking. He was only good at frying a steak.
Of course, he noticed the gaze that was constantly looking at him from behind. He turned his head back and saw the person who was secretly looking at him, and the moment she was spotted, she averted her gaze.
Baili Jiajue curved his thin lips into a strange smile. His left hand, which was wearing tightly clasped gloves, elegantly lifted the tray and walked over to Helian Weiwei.
